One afternoon, couching by the fire,
I had not else to do,
So then I joyed myself,
By watching the faces in a window.
First saw I the face,
Of one so innocent of a child,
Face of someone ,
Who had nothing to hide.
Came then the view of a face,
Of a playful one,
Careless of his duties,
And work undone.
Came next the face ,
Savored in anger,
Much that he saw nothing,
Else than the hard stalk of a feather.
Then saw I the face of one,
Lost in love’s abyss,
Darkened in life,
Scared of innocent bliss.
Oh then the face,
Which broke others hearts,
With misunderstood rage
And fearful rage.
Finally I saw the sign of one,
Yearning for love and care,
In a very confused state,
With his mind terribly bare.
Then I realized,
With a sudden shiver,
Oh My lord! Bless me,
It wasn’t a window but a mirror!
Author notes
Written August 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
- ~ Reflections ~ [Contest] by J.J. Sass.
300 points, ended August 9, 2006, 11 entries
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thanks mam....very considerate of u to come out wid ur opinion..im sorry abt the wordings...it was a poem i wrote in my early ages ...i did not want to alter the wordings...Thanks once agagin maam
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While reading, I sense that there was some "revelation" to come at the end.
I didn't particularly like your wording in some areas: came next the ... - it just breaks the natural flow of the tongue because it's not how we "naturally" speak.
However, thank you for entering.
Best wishes in the contest,
Stacy
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